|In the early evening, the cows pass by.|
A pure plump dove sits on the wire as if two wings emerged
from a russet pear, head tucked into the sleeping fruit.
Your new romance is full of nails hidden from the saw’s teeth
a board under which a coral snake waits for a child’s hand
|Then they go on their way.|
Is this the record of two animals that passed at separate times, sharing the canyon’s life blood?
Or is this evidence of mortal chase, a frozen moment before deer’s narrow survival or lion’s successful kill?
[from the essay “Cold Pastoral," lines rearranged]
|We hope they will visit again soon.|